Paper (feat Rick Ross) Boyz N Da Hood

Fake niggas be talking real niggas get paper

Yeah ni**a we gangster

Who gives a f**k what you thinking

We be flipping them cakes we be whipping that soda

From the streets of the A to the home of the coca

Fake niggas be talking real niggas get paper

Yeah ni**a we gangster

Who gives a f**k what you thinking

We be flipping them cakes we be whipping that soda

From the streets of the A to the home of the coca

I be tucked off '75 Cut' dog

Trapping at the bus stop

Trying to get this dust off

Get pissed off then the TEC talk

All at the Waffle House bathroom

Trying to wipe the blood off

I been lost been throwed off

Ever since they set Wayne free

Preliminary hearings off

I'm veering off in the fast lane

Driving up the lonely road hollering

"real ni**a get money mane"

Fake niggas be talking real niggas get paper

Look hater you're hating look at us we major

It get hotter and hotter the hotter the water

No remodel now

It's Maybach and no less than Mirada

I keep killers they keep killing

These little f**k niggas they barely keep living

B**ch we break them down so we keep building

Young and blowing pounds in the hood

Making millions

Fake niggas be talking real niggas get paper

Yeah ni**a we gangster who gives a f**k what you thinking

We be flipping them cakes we be whipping that soda

From the streets of the A to the home of the coca

Fake niggas be talking real niggas get paper

Yeah ni**a we gangster who gives a f**k what you thinking

We be flipping them cakes we be whipping that soda

From the streets of the A to the home of the coca

Yeah ni**a we gangsters

So f**k what you think

I'm addicted to paper

I got money to make

Lot of niggas be flexing

Like they real when they ain't

Thousand grams in the trunk

I got a paper for plates

Hit the block with the product

Trying not to get caught up

Ni**a front you get shot up

That's just how I was brought up

Pops was a rolling stone

So I grew a bone on the corner

Ni**a rolling stones with a bunch of stones

Coca-Cola I ain't talking soda

Add a little water add a little soda

Yeah it's locking up

Because the water's getting colder

Let it dry sit it on a Bounty towel

The robbers on the prowl

I got killers at the window

Say the wrong sh*t dog

I'm shooting through the peephole

F**k niggas snitch

Real niggas stack dough though

Ditto Boyz N Da Hood Gorilla Z O

Fake niggas be talking real niggas get paper

Yeah ni**a we gangster who gives a f**k what you thinking

We be flipping them cakes we be whipping that soda

From the streets of the A to the home of the coca

Fake niggas be talking real niggas get paper

Yeah ni**a we gangster

Who gives a f**k what you thinking

We be flipping them cakes we be whipping that soda

From the streets of the A to the home of the coca